This is a short piece of fiction I wrote for one of my favorite blogger friends, Lenny Lee, to spread some of the Lenny Lee Sunshine (Patent Pending). Because he loves animals, and he always makes me smile. Stop by Lenny’s blog and leave a hug for him. (Also: follow the #LennyLeeFest hashtag to find other posts for our special guy.)
Bad Timing
In all the times Jacob had visited the sorcerer’s chamber,
there had never been a battle raging outside the castle.
there had never been a battle raging outside the castle.
Jacob set down the spell book that had brought him to the
dimly lit room. The stuffed raven still stared at him in the creepy way it
always did, and the shelves of pickled roots and small creatures seemed the
same as last time. But today, the sorcerer was nowhere to be seen, and
something orange flickered through the dusty windows. Their warped, thick glass
always reminded him of the bottoms of coke bottles, but even through the
distortion, he could see something was burning in the distance. And he could
hear shouts and clanging of metal.
dimly lit room. The stuffed raven still stared at him in the creepy way it
always did, and the shelves of pickled roots and small creatures seemed the
same as last time. But today, the sorcerer was nowhere to be seen, and
something orange flickered through the dusty windows. Their warped, thick glass
always reminded him of the bottoms of coke bottles, but even through the
distortion, he could see something was burning in the distance. And he could
hear shouts and clanging of metal.
Growing closer.
“Mrrrp?” He jumped at the sound, his heart settling when he
saw it was just a mangy cat, front paws perched on the spell book, looking
inquisitively at him. When did the sorcerer get a cat? It was solid black, but
uneven, like its fur couldn’t decide if it should be short or long. Its yellow
eyes stared at him.
saw it was just a mangy cat, front paws perched on the spell book, looking
inquisitively at him. When did the sorcerer get a cat? It was solid black, but
uneven, like its fur couldn’t decide if it should be short or long. Its yellow
eyes stared at him.
He ignored the beast and shuffled to the heavy wooden-plank
door. He could hear shouts and footsteps running down the stone corridor outside.
His hand shook as he slid the metal latch. It squeaked its protest, and Jacob
was afraid that whoever was taking over the castle might have heard.
door. He could hear shouts and footsteps running down the stone corridor outside.
His hand shook as he slid the metal latch. It squeaked its protest, and Jacob
was afraid that whoever was taking over the castle might have heard.
And might
come investigate.
come investigate.
He hurried back to the desk, lifted the cat carefully off
the spell book, and creaked the ancient leather binding as he opened it.
the spell book, and creaked the ancient leather binding as he opened it.
“Where’s the spell?” he muttered. He flipped through the
parchment pages, yellowed with age and catching splinters of light from the wax
candles that the sorcerer had left burning. A loud thump on the door made him
nearly jump out of his skin.
parchment pages, yellowed with age and catching splinters of light from the wax
candles that the sorcerer had left burning. A loud thump on the door made him
nearly jump out of his skin.
“Open up!” came a gruff voice from the other side of the
door.
door.
He flipped faster, but it was as if his hands had gone numb
and could barely turn the pages. He couldn’t make sense of the pictures and
words scrolled in blue and purple and gold. Whoever was on the other side of
the door banged again and again, making the simple slide latch dance with each
beat.
and could barely turn the pages. He couldn’t make sense of the pictures and
words scrolled in blue and purple and gold. Whoever was on the other side of
the door banged again and again, making the simple slide latch dance with each
beat.
There was no time.
He slammed the book shut and opened the lid of a heavy
wooden box on the sorcerer’s table. He had shown it to Jacob one visit and
explained how it was enchanted. Once locked, it would disappear. A tiny silver
key sat, unturned, in the keyhole. Jacob shoved the spell book inside.
wooden box on the sorcerer’s table. He had shown it to Jacob one visit and
explained how it was enchanted. Once locked, it would disappear. A tiny silver
key sat, unturned, in the keyhole. Jacob shoved the spell book inside.
Whoever was coming through the door, Jacob knew that he had
to keep the spell book secret. Hidden. He’d sworn to it, as part of his
apprenticeship. He’d even made a blood oath. Explaining that tiny scar on his
thumb had taken some artful lying on his part, but he couldn’t let his mom know
where he went on those Saturday mornings he was supposedly playing D&D in
his bedroom.
to keep the spell book secret. Hidden. He’d sworn to it, as part of his
apprenticeship. He’d even made a blood oath. Explaining that tiny scar on his
thumb had taken some artful lying on his part, but he couldn’t let his mom know
where he went on those Saturday mornings he was supposedly playing D&D in
his bedroom.
He dropped the lid shut and turned the key. Sure enough, the
box disappeared, the silver key hanging in empty space.
box disappeared, the silver key hanging in empty space.
The door flew open and the biggest, ugliest guy Jacob had
ever seen stumbled through. Jacob turned, keeping his hands behind his back. He
fumbled for the silver key, but he couldn’t find it. His fingers grasped
nothing but air.
ever seen stumbled through. Jacob turned, keeping his hands behind his back. He
fumbled for the silver key, but he couldn’t find it. His fingers grasped
nothing but air.
“What be ya doing, knave?” His words rumbled somewhere deep
inside his broad chest, covered with straps of leather bindings that held a
strange collection of metal armor and fur. It took only three strides of his
thick legs to cover the floor of the sorcerer’s den, and then he loomed over Jacob.
The stench was almost enough to knock Jacob out, if his knees weren’t knocking enough
already.
inside his broad chest, covered with straps of leather bindings that held a
strange collection of metal armor and fur. It took only three strides of his
thick legs to cover the floor of the sorcerer’s den, and then he loomed over Jacob.
The stench was almost enough to knock Jacob out, if his knees weren’t knocking enough
already.
The barbarian swept him aside like a fly that had buzzed his
face, and Jacob cringed on the floor, waiting for him to see the silver key
floating in air.
face, and Jacob cringed on the floor, waiting for him to see the silver key
floating in air.
It was gone.
The man stared hard at the desk, as if he might find
something if he gave it an evil enough look. The black cat sat calmly returning
his stare, tail curled around its feet. Jacob guessed scary barbarians weren’t
as disturbing to cats as they were to sorcerer’s apprentices. A shout from the
hall grabbed the man’s attention and without a look back, he stomped from the
room.
something if he gave it an evil enough look. The black cat sat calmly returning
his stare, tail curled around its feet. Jacob guessed scary barbarians weren’t
as disturbing to cats as they were to sorcerer’s apprentices. A shout from the
hall grabbed the man’s attention and without a look back, he stomped from the
room.
Jacob scrambled around the floor. The key must have fallen
out while he was bumbling around for it, but he couldn’t find it anywhere.
There were so many pits and cracks in the ancient wooden floor planks, who knew
where it had gone. Maybe Jacob had lost it. And without the spell book, he had
no way to get home.
out while he was bumbling around for it, but he couldn’t find it anywhere.
There were so many pits and cracks in the ancient wooden floor planks, who knew
where it had gone. Maybe Jacob had lost it. And without the spell book, he had
no way to get home.
Jacob swallowed the hot lump rising in his throat.
He stood and felt for the box. His hands scraped its edges,
trimmed in metal and riveted straps. It was still there, just shrouded in some
kind of invisibility cloak. Maybe he could smash it, get the spell book out
again before the barbarians returned. But the sorcerer would not be happy about
him destroying his prized box.
trimmed in metal and riveted straps. It was still there, just shrouded in some
kind of invisibility cloak. Maybe he could smash it, get the spell book out
again before the barbarians returned. But the sorcerer would not be happy about
him destroying his prized box.
Jacob turned to the cat, who was staring at him again. “Well,
what would you do?” he asked the cat sarcastically. The cat yawned like it was
bored with his question. Jacob’s mouth fell open. The silver key…it sat on the
tongue of the cat!
what would you do?” he asked the cat sarcastically. The cat yawned like it was
bored with his question. Jacob’s mouth fell open. The silver key…it sat on the
tongue of the cat!
The cat closed its mouth again, finished with its boredom. “Nice
kitty.” Jacob reached slowly toward the cat. “Pretty, pretty kitty.” The cat
bumped his outstretched hand with its head and then spit out the key. Jacob
just stared, stunned for a moment. It was as if the cat was helping him. The
sorcerer’s cat was cooler than it looked.
kitty.” Jacob reached slowly toward the cat. “Pretty, pretty kitty.” The cat
bumped his outstretched hand with its head and then spit out the key. Jacob
just stared, stunned for a moment. It was as if the cat was helping him. The
sorcerer’s cat was cooler than it looked.
“Okay then,” he said. “Um, thanks.”
He picked up the key, slightly slimy from cat slobber, and
fumbled around to fit it into the keyhole. It took a moment of twisting to
finally hit the sweet spot that sprung the box open and turned it visible.
Jacob snatched the spell book out and placed it on the table. The cat bumped
his arm again, winding its tail around his wrist.
fumbled around to fit it into the keyhole. It took a moment of twisting to
finally hit the sweet spot that sprung the box open and turned it visible.
Jacob snatched the spell book out and placed it on the table. The cat bumped
his arm again, winding its tail around his wrist.
“Okay kitty,” he said. “Nice kitty. But I need to find the
spell to get home now.” He nudged the cat aside and quickly thumbed through. Amazingly,
the pages fell open to the return spell with no problem.
spell to get home now.” He nudged the cat aside and quickly thumbed through. Amazingly,
the pages fell open to the return spell with no problem.
He placed his hands on the spell and recited the lines,
picturing as he always did, his room cluttered with Lego models and twenty
sided dice. “Domum me ad locum tenentem cor cara.” Someday he was going to have
to look up the words and figure out what they meant. As the sorcerer’s room
began to swirl into that time mist that always made him think of fog but felt
like anesthesia, the cat placed a paw on the spell page next to him.
picturing as he always did, his room cluttered with Lego models and twenty
sided dice. “Domum me ad locum tenentem cor cara.” Someday he was going to have
to look up the words and figure out what they meant. As the sorcerer’s room
began to swirl into that time mist that always made him think of fog but felt
like anesthesia, the cat placed a paw on the spell page next to him.
“No! Bad kitty!” he said, but it was too late. She was
coming with him.
coming with him.
The spell book fell closed. It always took a moment for his
head to clear, like the mist had permeated his brain on the trip back. He shook
it, braced himself up from the carpet, and looked around for the black cat.
Just when he spied it on the far side of his room, it started to change.
Stretching and growing impossibly large, it was blowing up like a giant balloon
cat. Its tail shrunk and disappeared and its paws lengthened into fingers. It was
gross to watch, but he couldn’t look away. By the time the cat stopped
changing, the fur had all disappeared and his sister stood in the cat’s place.
head to clear, like the mist had permeated his brain on the trip back. He shook
it, braced himself up from the carpet, and looked around for the black cat.
Just when he spied it on the far side of his room, it started to change.
Stretching and growing impossibly large, it was blowing up like a giant balloon
cat. Its tail shrunk and disappeared and its paws lengthened into fingers. It was
gross to watch, but he couldn’t look away. By the time the cat stopped
changing, the fur had all disappeared and his sister stood in the cat’s place.
She was dressed all in black, the kind of clothes she
thought made her look like an artist, but mostly she wore to impress her
friends. “Wicked!” she said. “When are we going again?”
thought made her look like an artist, but mostly she wore to impress her
friends. “Wicked!” she said. “When are we going again?”
He was so busted.
Oh, I love this! 🙂 Lenny will too.
Have a sunshiny, lovely weekend, Sue.
Hugs,
Lola
I KNEW you'd write something awesome. With animals. I think your voice and style are just about perfect for all the things that Lenny loves.
And I'm glad I quit messing around on Twitter to finally come read yours. Well done Susan.
Hi Lenny!
This is really great! Lenny will love it. I love how you started with the cat. For some reason, it totally drew me in. lol
I loved reading this. Awesomely wonderful! Lenny will love it, yes he will! Loved the ending. You nailed it.
Ha ha ha! Great ending. I was thinking the cat might be the sorcerer. I got so caught up in the suspense that I caught myself reading faster to see what would happen. Lenny will LOVE it! 🙂
This was wonderful Susan!!! Excellent and I'm sure Lenny will adore it:)
@Lola Thanks for stopping by! I hope Lenny likes it! 🙂
@Matt I hope it brightens his day a little. 🙂
@Sheri My boys love their cats, too. 😉
@Robyn Thank you! And thanks for stopping by!
@Shanon I thought I might make the sorcerer the cat, but then changed my mind and decided to get the kid in trouble! 🙂
@Lindsay Thank you! I hope he does like it. 🙂
Too funny – "Someday he was going to have to look up the words…" So been there. Nicely done.
Very cool! Nice to meet you Susan.
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What an ultra cool story. Lenny will love it!
@Bane Thanks! 🙂
@SB Thanks for stopping by!
@Stina I hope so! Thanks for dropping by!
Haha, sisters! Great story and twist. Loved the description of the room as well–great job! I know Lenny will love this one 🙂
Angela @ The Bookshelf Muse
Hi Susan .. love the 'Patent Pending' tag .. that's brilliant! The story too had me racing through .. hate to think what his sister has to say, or for that matter what he things of his sister .. let alone the chest and the slobbery key .. Fun read for Lenny .. excellent ..
Cheers Susan .. thanks – Hilary
HA! I LOVE IT!!! That's a really nice piece of flash fiction. 😀 Thank you for sharing.
You had me on the edge of my seat. And what an excellent last line! Lenny will be blown away!
OHHHH, Lenny is going to love this!!! WTG, Sue!
Hee! Super cute twist at the end!
@Angela Thanks! (those pesky sisters… 🙂 )
@Hilary Thank you for your sweet words! I kinda like the word slobbery. I think I'll have to use it more often. 🙂
@LisaGG Thanks! I'm not much of a short fiction writer, but Lenny inspired me. 🙂
@Theresa I hope so! #andthanks!
@Sharon My boys liked it, so I hope it passed the "boy" test! 🙂
@Steph Thanks! And thanks for stopping by!
Awesome post, Susan! I've been reading all the Lenny Fest posts and they are all so lovely and beautifully written. Thanks for sharing this with us, too. I"m sure Lenny will love this! 🙂
Oh my goodness! I love this! Cat slobber and all! Lenny you are so lucky. And Susan, I do hope you turn this boy and his sneaky sister into a novel someday 🙂
Okay, I just visited his blog and…
New appreciation for you and everyone else writing these stories for him – my heart goes out for him.
So amazing Susan! It's so great how everyone is giving something great to Lenny. He is such a great kid!
Bwa-ha-ha … Someday he was going to have to look up the words … Now, that sounds just like my 5th grade students! Well done!
Wonderful – Lenny's going to love it!
@Len L It was such a lovely day, wasn't it? I'm still smiling.
@Margo I stole some of the voice for this piece from Sekrit Project. 🙂 And yes, Lenny is an amazing guy!
@Carolyn I think he gives even more to us! 🙂
@Dianne Awesome! I must think like a 5th grader. 🙂
@Susan Thanks for stopping by!! 😉
What a fun story! You rock! I hope Lenny likes it as much as I did 🙂
I'm completely charmed. LOVED the key on the cats tongue.
@Sherrie I hope so too! 🙂
@Leslie Those darn cats. And sisters. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
This was adorable! I loved this Susan!!! Lenny is one of the best bloggers around and I know this would make him feel special. I'm constantly grateful that he came into my life when he did. Always puts a smile on my face!
I hope you had a lovely weekend!
@Jen Thank you! It was great fun to write – Lenny is an inspiration in so many ways. 🙂